Precisely forty-five minutes later, Karen pulled into the BOQ parking lot. Whitney was waiting for her and got into the car. The senior NCO said, "Do you want to eat on or off post? Work formation's in an hour, so if we eat off post we should probably do fast food."

Whitney wanted to enjoy what she felt was probably a rare invitation, and decided that staying on post would give them more time. "How about the Mess Hall?"

"Okay." Karen wanted to eat on post, too. She normally ate breakfast at home, and wanted to make sure she arrived well ahead of the company for work formation. At least, that's what she told herself.

The two women made their selections from the food bar and walked over to a vacant table. Karen had chosen a raisin bagel, a bowl of assorted fruit, coffee and orange juice. She was still silently chuckling at Whitney's selections. The small woman had opted for a western omelet, hash browns, toast, fruit, coffee, milk, and orange juice. This should be interesting. I wonder if she can really eat all that?

A short time later, Karen's silent question was answered. She was unable to resist commenting, "Where did you put all that?"

Whitney smiled. "I've always had a good appetite. Fortunately, I have a fast metabolism, so it all balances out. You didn't eat much breakfast."

"Never do," Karen said. "Lunch is usually my largest meal."

"You do know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day?"

Karen raised an eyebrow. "Save it, okay?"

Whitney nodded. "SP4 Holloman mentioned the company was going to the field when CPT Johnson gets back."

"Just for three days. The sections are preparing for that now."

"Is there a company SOP on field training?"

"Yes. There's a copy in your office. Let me know if you have any questions after reading it."

"It's your job, right?" Whitney teased tentatively, curious what reaction she would get.

Karen's eyes briefly reflected surprise. Oh, so you have a sense of humor, too, and a lot of nerve. Most people wouldn't have the guts to say that to me. "Yep. That's right."

Hmm. I do believe I actually surprised you. Didn't think it was possible. "Top, how long have you been in the Army?"

"Twelve years in December." Adeptly turning the focus of the conversation away from herself, Karen said, "I noticed you are a ROTC graduate. What made you decide on military intelligence?"

Whitney shrugged. "It sounded better than the other choices. Is it true I am slotted against an infantry slot?"

"Yes. Your assignment was a surprise to us, too. You have to remember this is the Army. You just adapt. You won't get to use your training much, though. I suppose you could talk to Officer Assignments and ask to be reassigned. There are MI units on post." Karen watched Whitney closely. She knew that reassignment was a possibility if the lieutenant pursued it, and it would probably be better for her career wise, but for some reason she really didn't want her to.

Whitney looked at Karen trying to read her expression. Are you trying to get rid of me already? That thought really bothered her. Well, I'm not leaving. This wasn't my choice either, but I am going to make the best of it. Whitney's flashing green eyes met Karen's vivid blue ones, and she said, "I have no intentions of asking to be reassigned. This is where I was sent, and this is where I intend to stay."

"No offense intended. I just wanted to let you know your options." After glancing at her watch, Karen added, "I think we should head over to the Company now. It's 0845."

Whitney stood up. "Okay." She was still disturbed that the first sergeant might have been trying to get rid of her. But then, why wouldn't she? It must have been quite a disappointment to get an inexperienced second lieutenant. It's up to me to prove myself, and I will. She also acknowledged that the first sergeant's opinion of her had become very important.

Karen introduced Whitney to the Company at work formation before dismissing the soldiers and directing them to their duty sections. She didn't miss the raised eyebrows and hooded looks she got from some of the other senior NCO's. The new officer certainly had her work cut out for her. Karen decided to meet with the NCO's and try to ease Whitney's acceptance into the Company.

After checking her box for any messages from the CQ, Karen turned to Whitney. "If you have any questions about anything, let me know. I'll be in my office." Karen stopped in her doorway. "There's coffee in the orderly room."

"Thanks." Whitney walked down the hall to her office. She sat down behind the desk, and took out the contents of the envelope Gary had given her. Amused, she laughed out loud at one of her areas of responsibility. She had oversight of remedial PT. Great. I just barely made it through the run this morning. I can certainly empathize with the soldiers who fell out. Whitney was already a little stiff. Thank God, remedial PT is only on Tuesday and Thursday. She had all the way until Tuesday to get in shape. Yeah, right!

Whitney set the envelope aside and opened the drawers of the old metal desk. She found nothing of interest there and looked around the rest of the office critically. The walls were the same off-white color as the rest of the orderly room and were completely bare. A half-closed miniblind covered the only window. The tile on the floor was white with small gray flecks. What a blah office. Whitney decided to look for some appropriate things to hang on the wall when she went to the Main Exchange. A clock for starters, and then maybe a military picture or two. She would bring in some personal stuff for her desk. The office needed to maintain a military atmosphere; it certainly did not have to be barren, though.

Karen looked up when a knock sounded on her door. "Come in."

SP4 Stephens opened the door, walked in, and stood in front of her desk at attention. "Specialist Stephens reporting as ordered."

Karen wasted no time. "Just what were you trying to accomplish this morning?"

"I didn't think I was going that fast..."

"You have been pace man for over a year, so don't even think of handing me that line of crap or you'll be pulling extra training for twice as long. You want to try again?" Karen growled at the soldier.

"No excuse, First Sergeant."

"You're damn right there is no excuse! You can assist the new XO with remedial PT for the next two weeks."

"Top. Come on. Please. You know how slow those guys are. Can't I pick up litter or something instead?"

"NO! Now get out of here and report to your duty section before I decide to make it a month."

"Yes, First Sergeant." Stephens quickly left her office, mentally chastising himself for not realizing she would make the punishment fit the crime.

When the door closed, Karen sat back in her chair and smirked. He wouldn't pull that stunt again anytime soon. After returning her phone calls, Karen decided to check on the new XO and walked down the hall to Whitney's office, finding the door open. She stood in the doorway watching the new officer read a regulation for a moment, then cleared her throat.

Whitney looked up and smiled, "Hi Top."

An answering half-smile appeared briefly on Karen's face. "I thought you might like to take a tour of the Company, and visit each of the sections."

"Great," Whitney said, standing up.

"Wait a minute. I have to go to Motor Pool and get the Hummer first. I'll pick you up in twenty minutes."

"Do you mind if I go with you?" Whitney was looking forward to the tour, and wanted to see the procedure for signing a vehicle out of the Motor Pool.

It probably would be a good idea for the new officer to observe Motor Pool SOP. Karen shrugged. "Okay."

The two women left the orderly room and walked the two blocks to the motor pool. Karen pointed out the senior NCO barracks, and one of the shoppettes along the way. When they entered the large building that housed the motor pool, Karen called out, "Atten-SHUN."

Whitney almost immediately replied, "At ease."

Karen walked over to the NCOIC. "LT Gordon, this is SFC Joshua Herman. Josh, meet your new XO."

After the two exchanged greetings, Karen asked, "My Hummer on line yet?"

"Yep. Top, I could've had Gamble drive it over to the orderly room. No need for you to come down yourself." Josh knew she would refuse, but felt he should make the offer anyway. Her rank was afforded certain privileges, even if the first sergeant never acknowledged them.

"Josh, you know I prefer doing the vehicle check myself." Company policy required the driver to do a maintenance check before signing a vehicle out.

"The keys are on the board, and it's in bay seven."

After getting the keys, Karen performed the maintenance check while Whitney watched. She checked the tires first and then raised the hood, carefully inspecting each item on the checklist, even though she knew the routine by heart. Satisfied, she signed for the vehicle.

Once they were out of the Motor Pool, Whitney asked, "I thought most first sergeant's had a driver?"

"They do. I prefer to drive myself. Can't see wasting a good soldier's time by having them sitting around waiting for me. Besides, I prefer my own driving."

Whitney wasn't in the least surprised at the last comment. It was obvious this woman preferred being in control. "Where are we going first?"

"I figured we'd start with Commo and Supply, because they're the furthest; then we can work our way back to NBC and the Armory. I also want to take you up to Battalion, and introduce you around. Headquarters Platoon works up there, so you'll get to meet our administrative soldiers too."

"Okay," Whitney said, agreeably.

Several hours later, Karen pulled into one of the mess hall parking lots. It was already 1300, and the two women had decided to break for lunch.

Whitney was overwhelmed. She didn't think she'd ever remember all the people she'd met. The first sergeant had been a superb tour guide, and spent a significant amount of time in each section explaining their mission within the company. Whitney was absolutely amazed at the depth of her knowledge. No matter what she'd asked, Karen knew the answer right off the top of her head without even checking the authorization tables. She was beginning to feel very lucky to have this woman for a first sergeant. Whitney also acknowledged that even though Karen remained distant, never once had she acted condescending toward her.

Karen grudgingly admitted she was rather impressed with the new XO. She had asked intelligent, pertinent questions, and seemed to be genuinely interested in each and every soldier she met. The tall woman knew she was going to have to talk to the senior NCO's later, though. They weren't affording the new officer the same respect she was showing them, and that was something that Karen would not tolerate. It didn't help that Whitney was so little and cute, either. Karen glanced at Whitney. Well, actually, she is more than cute. Beautiful is probably more like it. God, sometimes guys could be so crude. You put them in a group, and they just have to posture. When she met with the NCOIC's, she would straighten that out.

The rest of the day passed quickly. Whitney was looking forward to the weekend to process some of the information she'd been bombarded with. She would be on her own, because her new friends were going out of town. Some cabbies are going to be making plenty of money off of me this weekend. Looking at her watch, she noticed it was 5:30. She decided to leave, and picked up her hat before walking out the office.

Karen was sitting at her desk going through the leave requests, and writing memos for the unit clerk to type. She looked up when Whitney stopped in her doorway.

"I'm going to leave now. Have a nice weekend."

"You too." As an afterthought, Karen asked, "You want a ride to the BOQ?"

Whitney wouldn't have minded a ride, but felt the older woman was just being kind and didn't want to take advantage of her. "Thanks, but it'll do me good to walk. My muscles are a little tight after this morning anyway."

"Okay. See you Monday."

Karen sat back in her chair, and looked at the now vacant doorway. LT Gordon was certainly not what she'd expected. In a way, Karen was sorry she wouldn't be seeing the XO until Monday. As much as it pained her to admit it, she enjoyed the interaction with the younger woman. She also found her very attractive, and there was something more about her that appealed to Karen when she opened herself to it, but she wasn't willing to take that thought any further. It bothered her that she was thinking it at all.

Karen thought about the reception the new lieutenant had received when they toured the Company and Battalion. Whitney had a very warm personality, and she had elicited a similar response from the majority of soldiers she'd met, with the notable exception of most of the senior NCO's. Karen understood where they were coming from. Experience had taught them that the arrival of a brand new second lieutenant was usually bad news. Karen knew the new officer would make mistakes. It was part of the learning process, but Whitney had already shown a maturity that many young officers' never achieved. She had scheduled a Section Sergeant meeting Monday morning, and would address the issue then. The woman deserved a chance, and Karen was going to make sure she got it. She was well aware that the senior NCO's could make or break the young lieutenant.

Whitney walked slowly back to the BOQ. She was a little stiff, and in no particular hurry to go to her room. The temperature was in the seventies, perfect for walking. Whitney thought about her first day at work. There was a lot more to the job of XO than was readily apparent. She had a multitude of extra hats to wear. The Armory and NBC were her responsibility, and she would assist the Commander with oversight of the other sections, as well.

Her thoughts turned to the first sergeant. She still couldn't get a handle on the woman, even after spending all day with her. There were times when Whitney felt she had penetrated the aloof air the tall woman wore like a second skin, but the glimpses disappeared as quickly as they surfaced. Whitney knew she was more interested in the senior NCO than her position required, but there was something about her that attracted her. And it was this thought that concerned the young woman the most, because she didn't understand it. Well, she did understand it, but it didn't make sense. She had never been attracted to a woman before. What is so different about this one? Whitney laughed out loud at that thought. More like, what isn't different? So what if I am attracted to her? Is that such a bad thing? Whitney rolled the new concept around in her mind for a minute, and then decided, "No. It's not." She knew this was an avenue that couldn't be pursued anywhere but in her thoughts, though. She certainly couldn't mention it to anyone, especially in a military environment.

****

Donnie sauntered through the door of the NCO Club and headed for the bar. He had been looking forward to meeting some of the guys from one of the Ranger battalions for Happy Hour. The senior NCO knew they'd have some good stories to tell. At least they weren't stuck in a lousy leg unit like he was.

His friends hadn't arrived, so Donnie ordered a beer, and sauntered over to a vacant table in the rear of the room. He sat in a chair against the wall, and took a big swig from the can. The seat gave him a good view of the doorway, and he'd be able to see his buddies when they showed up.

A short time later, Donnie called out, "Chuck, Matt, over here."

Chuck Singleton had been in the army eighteen years and was the first sergeant of one of the Ranger companies. There was nothing remarkable about his appearance. He wore his brown hair closely sheared, and his face was clean-shaven. He carried himself with the confident stride of a career soldier who was comfortable in his role.

Matthew Young was a blond ruddy-faced man of average height. His light blue eyes constantly twinkled, reflecting his jovial nature and good humor. The Sergeant First Class matched strides with Chuck, and they joined Donnie at the round wooden table.

Donnie nodded at the two men. "How's it going?"

Chuck shrugged, and lowered himself into one of the chairs. Matt piped up, "Same. Nothing exciting."

Matt looked at Chuck, and winked. He turned to Donnie. "Heard you got showed up by Wilson."

Chuck nodded his head. "Yeah, I was kinda surprised to hear that. You losin' your edge or something?"

Donnie's face turned a bright shade of red. "Bitch got lucky."

"Not what I heard," Matt said, intentionally goading Donnie. "I heard she showed up everyone except Nate."

"Sure doesn't do much for the Ranger reputation," Chuck drawled, enjoying the game.

"Yeah. Makes us look bad," Matt added.

Donnie was furious, but in an attempt to save face, he said, "She probably got tipped off. I bet she's sleeping with the Old Man."

Chuck and Matt guffawed, slapping each other on the back. When he was able to speak, Chuck said, "You are so full of shit. Hell, he's afraid of her." Still laughing, he added, "You're gonna have to do better than that."

"Yeah, get real. Why don't ya just admit it? You got beat by a woman," Matt said, still chuckling.

Donnie glared at his friends. "Fuck you. Yeah, go ahead. Have your fun. You won't get another chance."

The two men exchanged glances, and decided to relent in their teasing. Wilson was purported to be top notch, but they had wanted to have some fun at Donnie's expense. "Shit happens. Besides we heard she can hold her own with anyone."

"She ain't shit!" Donnie snarled. "Next alert will prove that."

Matt decided they better change the subject. Donnie was getting ugly. "I heard you guys are going to jump in a couple of weeks."

"Yep. Be nice for a change. Leg units suck," Donnie said, still silently fuming. He was going to have to make sure that fucking bitch didn't beat him next time. He began thinking about ways to do that. A little sabotage wouldn't hurt. "I don't know what the Army's coming to these days, any way. You should see the new XO Headquarters' Company got. Supposed to be an infantry slot, and they get a woman. Not only that, she's this little short shit that looks like a kid. Unbelievable."

Matt glanced over at Chuck struggling to keep a guffaw from erupting. Donnie had such a problem with women in ranking positions. What tickled Matt though, was Donnie was only about 5'7" himself. "A woman, huh? Wonder why they did that?"

"Who knows? I'm just glad it ain't my company. Figures though. The first sergeant's a woman, so why not the XO? Next thing you know, they'll bring in a female Commander," Donnie said, shaking his head disgustedly.

A couple hours later, the men decided to leave. Donnie had consumed a fair share of beer, and Chuck decided to give him a ride home. Wouldn't do for one of their own, and a first sergeant yet, to get picked up for DUI.

"Ow." Whitney sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. I knew I was going to be sore. She stood up slowly, and gingerly walked to the bathroom. Normally she slept in on Saturdays, but she had set her clock for 0700 the night before. Whitney knew it was run today, or be even sorer tomorrow. If she was going to lead Remedial PT, she had better be ready. After donning a pair of light blue jogging shorts, a beige T-shirt, and her running shoes, she headed toward the PT area. Whitney was pleased that with each step she took, her muscles became less stiff. Running today might not be so bad after all. She only planned to do the short route, anyway.

Whitney began jogging down the two-mile trail, deciding the walk from the BOQ was sufficient warm up. She kept her pace slow, enjoying the pleasant morning. The trail was peaceful, and a warm breeze gently blew against her body, cooling small rivulets of sweat that were already forming. Gaps in the foliage allowed the sun to peek through, casting its beam selectively among the shadows. Small creatures hidden from view rustled amidst the leaves, and the sweet music of songbirds filled the air.

Wonder what the first sergeant is doing? It's hard to imagine her off duty, she's so military all the time. Everyone has a personal life, though. She's probably involved with someone. For some reason, Whitney had a very hard time conjuring up that image, though. The tall, dark woman seemed so gung-ho, it was hard to imagine her in any other setting.

***

Karen put a clean set of clothes, a white towel, and washcloth in her green nylon gym bag. Her personal things were already packed. She was antsy for some reason she couldn't put her finger on, and planned on running the four-mile route. That should take care of her excess energy, and then she would shower at the gymnasium instead of coming home to change. Karen wanted to put a few hours in at work, but needed to cut the grass. She had to do it on the weekend, because it was always dark by the time she got home during the week. Showering on post would allow her to get home sooner.

The first sergeant turned into the company area and parked the car. After spending ten minutes doing stretching exercises, she began jogging over to the PT area.

When she first arrived on post, Karen had been warned about running alone through the thick woods surrounding the sandy PT trails. Since she was an expert in hand-to-hand combat, a black belt in judo, and was the top graduate of a survival and stealth test course, the senior NCO wasn't worried about encountering any problem she couldn't handle. Grinning, she thought, Anyone stupid enough to try anything would be in a lot more danger than she was.

Karen moved down the four-mile course with a steady, ground-eating stride. The trails all started off differently, but merged together for the final mile. Once she settled into a brisk, comfortable pace, Karen's thoughts began drifting. Maybe I should have asked the new XO if she needed a ride anywhere this weekend. I know she doesn't have a car here. Karen shook her head. God, what's wrong with me? I must be nuts. She's only my responsibility at work. Well, Gary did say to look out for her until he got back. Karen began running faster, forcing her mind to concentrate on the increasing demands of her body. She's not my responsibility off duty. She's a grown woman, and can fend for herself. Karen didn't agree with her inner voice, though and, angry at the contradictory thoughts, she ran faster.

Whitney was over half way through the run, her mind drifting between her new job and the tall, dark first sergeant who totally intrigued her. She smiled to herself, amused that she was spending more time thinking about Karen than her new assignment. Whitney was also concerned by the extent of her interest. She wanted to find out everything she could about Karen. She had accepted that she found Karen physically attractive, but her interest extended way beyond the physical realm. She enjoyed being around the senior NCO, probably way more than she should. Whitney decided it was probably just because Karen was so confident and knowledgeable, but deep down she knew it was more than that.

Karen turned onto the last mile of the route. Her hair was damp, and the gray T-shirt and shorts were sweat stained. Rounding a curve, she saw a runner ahead of her on the trail. When she got a little closer, Karen realized it was the new XO. There was no mistaking the small, fit body, and shapely figure of the smaller woman. A mirth filled chuckled escaped her lips. She had finally cast this woman from her thoughts, and here she was. Just as well. Until Gary returns, I should be accessible to her. Like that's the only reason.

She closed the distance quickly, and was about to pull even with Whitney, when the younger woman glanced over her shoulder and stumbled when her foot hit an uneven rut in the sand.

Whitney quickly caught her balance, but not before Karen had grabbed her arm in an attempt to help steady her. She smiled at the taller woman. "Thanks. That's what I get for not looking where I'm going. I thought I heard someone. Guess I did."

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Whitney was concerned about how much she liked the feel of the large strong hand on her arm. "You can let go now."

Karen quickly removed her hand, but was unable to stop a slight blush from creeping up her face. She quickly glanced away. God, I can't believe I did that.

Whitney didn't miss the flush coloring Karen's cheeks. Now, that was interesting. I don't understand why you are so embarrassed, it's no big deal. Attempting to put her companion at ease, she said, "I didn't expect to see anyone else out here."

Regaining her composure, Karen looked at Whitney. "I run every day. You really shouldn't run out here alone. It's kind of isolated on the weekends."

"You are," Whitney said, raising an eyebrow at the incongruous statement. What's with you anyway? This double standard has to go. You think you're invincible or something?

Karen narrowed her eyes, unused to being challenged, and bit off a sarcastic retort. Besides, what can I say? I am highly trained, and more dangerous than anyone I might encounter. Yeah, right. Doesn't matter that it's true, this stubborn woman would never believe it. "Mind if I join you?"

Whitney glanced at Karen. No answer, huh? Okay, I'll let you off the hook this time. "Not at all."

"Why don't you set the pace?"

A rueful smile covered Whitney's face. "I gotta warn you, it's pretty slow."

"No problem. Nothing wrong with running slow." Boy, are you a liar. Karen ignored the small voice in her mind, and began matching Whitney's stride.

Her height advantage allowed Karen to study the smaller woman as they ran. The XO's hair was a beautiful golden blonde with just a touch of reddish cast when they entered the sun lit areas of the path. Watching the movement of her companion's arms and legs, it suddenly hit Karen that she found Whitney more than just attractive. The senior NCO almost stopped in her tracks. Instead, she silently berated herself. I had better forget this, right now. I haven't been seriously involved with anyone for ages, and I have to pick a woman to become attracted to, and an officer at that? I better get a grip, because this is insane.

She looks a million miles away, Whitney thought as she eyed the dark haired woman. So what else is knew? Her gaze drifted lower. Has she ever got nice legs. Whitney's short stature gave her a really good view of the gentle movement of Karen's breasts each time one of her feet hit the ground. Feeling a visceral attraction, Whitney snapped her head forward, surprised at the strength of her reaction. Attraction is one thing, but... She began to increase her speed, and welcomed the demands on her body until she could focus on nothing but finishing the run. When the end of the path became visible, Whitney broke into a sprint, and finished at a dead run.

Karen appreciated the faster pace. She needed to get away from this woman for a while, and regroup. It's been to long since I've been involved with anyone. Maybe it's time to start looking around. Her mind supplied, I don't think so, and she silently agreed. Karen felt herself being inexorably drawn to the XO on a primal level that she seemed to have no control over, and that's what scared her.

The senior NCO was surprised to see Whitney break into an all out run for the finish line. Talk about strong finishers. It was no problem for her to match the shorter legs of her companion, and she was at Whitney's side in an instant when the young woman doubled over out of breath.

"Come on. You gotta walk," Karen said, bending over Whitney. "You can't just stop."

"Can't," Whitney forced out, bent forward at the waist with her hands on her knees, gasping for air. That was really dumb. What were you trying to prove any way?

"Yes, you can." Karen put her hands on the smaller woman's arms, and urged her up into a standing position. "Put your arm around my waist. Come on. You can do it." The first sergeant had been through this with other new soldiers who had pushed their limits too far. Whitney was one step shy of hyperventilating, and Karen knew she had to get her to regulate her breathing. Walking would do that, and also allow her cardiovascular system to wind down slowly. Karen placed the lieutenant's arm around her waist, holding it in place with her hand. She wrapped her other arm around Whitney's back, and began walking slowly around the PT area.

Whitney couldn't believe she had done that. Did you think killing yourself would make you feel any less attracted to her? I don't even want to know what she thinks about me, now. As her breathing slowed, Whitney's senses began feeding her information. With every step Karen took, the muscles in her back rippled lightly, playing out a rhythm through her damp T-shirt, against Whitney's arm. A larger hand held hers securely in place against the NCO's waist. A long arm was draped across her back diagonally, the hand resting against her side.

Every nerve in Karen's body was reacting to the feel of the other woman against her. She was enjoying this way too much, and was glad Whitney was unable to see her discomfort. It was going to be increasingly hard to maintain professional decorum around this woman. I don't know how it happened, but you have awakened feelings I haven't acknowledged in years. This is not good. I have a career to think about.

When Karen noticed the lieutenant's breathing had slowed considerably, she reluctantly let go. She carefully placed a neutral expression on her face, and turned to look at Whitney. "You okay now?"

Whitney had been prepared to see amusement in the first sergeant's eyes, and was surprised to see only concern. A wan smile fleetingly appeared on her face. "Yeah. I'm fine. Sorry about that. Thanks. I think I got a little carried away..."

"Hey. It's okay. No big deal. Don't worry about it." Karen paused, and then added, "Okay?"

Nodding, Whitney said, "Okay."

"Come on back to the Orderly Room, and I'll give you a ride to the BOQ, if you want."

Whitney looked at Karen, and grinned. "I want."

As Karen was maneuvering the car through the Saturday morning traffic, she said, "I'm glad I ran into you today. Any place you need to go this weekend? I meant to ask you Friday, but I wasn't thinking about you not having a car."

"I don't want to be a bother, but it's really nice of you to ask."

"It's not a bother, or I wouldn't have asked," Karen said succinctly.

Whitney wasn't about to argue. She wanted to spend some time with Karen, and would take it any way she could get it. "Okay. I really need a car. If you happen to know of any good lots, that would be great."

"Matter of fact, I do. I just bought my car last month. I have to go shower and check the Company, then I'll pick you up. How about an hour?"

Without thinking, Whitney asked, "Why don't you just shower in my room, and then we could go to the Company together?"

Oh no. The way I feel right now, that is not a good idea. "I'm going to shower over at the gym. It'll be quicker that way. I'll pick you up in a half-hour. Then we can go to the Company."

Whitney was a little disappointed, but not surprised. She hadn't really expected Karen to accept her offer. It was probably just as well. "Sounds good."

***

Richard Tilford got out of bed slowly trying not to wake his wife, Kim. He walked quietly out of the bedroom, and down the hall to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, he sighed at the bloodshot eyes that greeted him after another fitful night. So what else is new?

The soldier's thoughts drifted back to the phone call that had been the beginning of his nightmare, then slammed the door on the memory. Dwelling on it wasn't the answer, and neither was the first sergeant's offer. Are you sure?

****

Karen quickly showered and donned her clothes. She had rolled her jeans and white pullover top when she put them in her bag to prevent them from becoming wrinkled. When she pulled up in front of the BOQ, Karen was pleased to see Whitney waiting out in front. She noted the young woman was similarly attired in jeans and a light mauve, short-sleeved blouse. Whitney's jeans were just form-fitting enough to reveal the gentle curve of her hips, and Karen watched her walk toward the car appreciatively before she realized what she was doing, and glanced away.

"Hey," Whitney said, and got into the passenger side of the car.

"Hi there. After I check in with the CQ, do you want to look at cars first or go get something to eat?" She clearly remembered Whitney's comment about breakfast.

"Well, if you don't mind, I really am hungry."

Karen had figured as much, and was hungry herself. "Anyplace particular you want to go? We can do the mess hall or fast food."

"Did you ever hear of Mom's? It's out the back gate," Whitney answered, wanting to share her great find with the first sergeant.

"Yep. Never been there, though," Karen said, wondering how Whitney knew about the small restaurant already.

"I'd love to go there. I ate there once, and it was great."

Karen didn't really care where they went. She'd already decided to take the lieutenant anywhere she wanted to go, and delay her yard work until Sunday. "Okay. Mom's it is."

When the first sergeant parked in front of the barracks, they got out of the car and walked toward the building. Civilian clothing was Karen's usual attire on non-duty days, and some of the soldiers saw her and called out to her, "Top." She nodded to them, and entered the building with the XO.

"AttenSHUN." The loud, sharp directive saw troops hurrying to obey.

The voice was so commanding, Whitney almost came to attention herself. Privately embarrassed at her reaction, she stammered out a quick, "At ease." She began walking around to hide her discomfort, hoping no one had noticed.

Karen approached the CQ, "Everything quiet?"

"Yes, Top. We got a new private in this morning. I put her in Room 157, like you said. Nothing else going on, though."

"Did you notify her sponsor?"

"Yep. Hanson's down in her room now. She got here a little before you did."

"Okay. Make sure it stays quiet." Karen knew the private was in good hands. Hanson was a good soldier. She would brief the new arrival on Monday.

Karen walked over to where Whitney was standing outside the Day Room. "Ready, Ma'am?" When Whitney nodded, the two women left the barracks.

***

"What are you going to have?" Whitney looked up from the menu, and smiled warmly at Karen.

Caught up in her companion's good humor, an answering grin appeared on the first sergeant's face. The woman facing her was irresistible, with her sparking emerald eyes and beautiful smile that lit up her whole face. "Steak and eggs. What about you?" Karen closed the menu and set it at the end of the table.

"I'm going to try the sausage gravy. When I was living at home, Nana used to make it every Sunday morning." Seeing the questioning look on Karen's face, she added, "She's my grandmother. She moved in with my parents after Grandpa died."

After they placed their orders Karen began fidgeting, not sure what to talk about. "Do you plan on making the military a career?"

"No. I want to get my civilian career started. I'm a little behind my peers."

Whitney picked up her coffee and took a sip. "Why did you join the military?"

Karen shrugged, and looked down at her coffee. "Something to do."

A small furrow appeared on Whitney's brow. "Something to do? That's it?"

Glancing up, Karen met Whitney's puzzled expression. "Yeah, that's it. What about you? Why go ROTC if you're weren't planning on a career?"

"I wanted to go to college, so after I graduated, I moved to Chicago figuring I could work for about a year, and that would be enough to supplement my partial scholarship. I had no idea it was so expensive to live in the city, and I'd probably still be saving if a friend hadn't suggested ROTC." Whitney grinned at Karen. "That's it in a nutshell."

Karen's curiosity was piqued. "Where'd you live in Chicago?"

"I had a little efficiency apartment near the university. You know Chicago?"

"I lived there for a few years." Karen moved her coffee cup to the side when the waitress appeared with their orders. "Where's home?" She already knew what Whitney's personnel form said, but wanted to know more.

"Danville, Wisconsin. It's a small farming community near Madison."

The women ate in silence for a few minutes. Whitney was brimming with questions, but didn't want to make the tall woman uncomfortable. "Were you born in Chicago?"

"No, I was born in Boulder, Colorado, but I consider Chicago my home. I moved there when I was twelve."

"Oh, I've always wanted to go to Colorado. What's it like there?" Whitney took a sip of water, and set it down, her eyes alight with curiosity.

Karen really didn't want to talk about Colorado. It was where her childhood had fallen apart, so she simply said, "It's beautiful there."

The XO picked up on Karen's discomfort, and asked, "What's there to do around here?"

Breathing a silent sight of relief, the first sergeant said, "Not a whole lot that you can't do right on post. There's a few good places to eat, couple of movie theaters, a mall, but not much else. You're a lot better off driving to the coast. It's geared toward tourist traffic and really nice. You can even rent beach houses for the weekend."

"Now that sounds nice."

Karen glanced at Whitney. "You ready to go?"

Whitney nodded, and they signaled the waitress for their check and left shortly thereafter.

***

Whitney ran her hand along the metallic green paint. This car was the nicest one she had seen, and it fit into her budget, too. It was a 2000 Chevrolet Lumina LS with a beige interior to go with the darker exterior. She had heard Chevrolet Lumina's were being discontinued, so it would be nice to have one of the last ones. "What do you think?"

Karen was taken aback. What do I think? "You're the one gonna be driving it. Do you like it?"

"I like it fine, but I'd like another opinion," Whitney said, grinning mischievously. She had not missed the fleeting surprise on the taller woman's face, and decided she liked catching the first sergeant off-guard. It was the only time she got a glimpse past the professional aura Karen wore like a cloak, and since breakfast the tall woman had been even more quiet than usual.

Karen walked around the car looking at it critically. She really hadn't been paying much attention to the cars Whitney looked at, instead concentrating on ignoring her growing attraction to the woman, and maintaining professional decorum. After opening the hood to inspect the engine, sitting in the car, and checking out the accessories, Karen finally turned back toward Whitney. "It's a nice car."

"Excuse me! You spend fifteen minutes studying it, and all you can say is it's a nice car?' That's not an answer. Do you like it?"

"Yes," Karen said, exasperatedly. "I like it. Satisfied?"

Whitney was a little hurt. She just didn't understand her companion's reaction. "Well you don't have to get angry."

Frustration crept into Karen's voice. "I am not angry."

"If you say so, but you could've fooled me."

Karen looked away from Whitney. Maybe I do sound angry. But what difference does it make if I like it or not? It's none of my business. I have nothing to do with anything she does off-duty. Just keep telling yourself that, and you'll be okay.

Whitney watched the taller woman look around the lot. She wished the senior NCO would just loosen up. Karen had been uptight ever since they had left Mom's. God, all I did was ask her if she liked the car. It's not like I asked her something personal.

Karen turned back to Whitney. "Sorry if I sounded angry. I just don't see what my opinion has to do with you buying a car."

"It has nothing to do with it. I asked you because I respect you, and was curious what you thought. If you would quit being so uptight and relax, you might even enjoy yourself."

She listened to Whitney's words in silence. Karen didn't know what to say. I can't relax around you. I can't allow myself to become any more attracted to you than I already am. I know you don't understand, but it has to be this way.

When her companion remained silent, Whitney's temper began to flare. She grabbed the collar of her blouse, and said, "Is this the problem? Is it because I'm an officer? Look, no insignia, and you don't have any on either. Today, can we just pretend to be two ordinary women? You never know, it just might be fun. And call me Whitney!"

Karen was surprised by Whitney's rapid transformation. Gone was the mellow, outgoing lieutenant. In her place stood a very angry woman, with beautiful flashing green eyes that emphasized every word she uttered. Unbidden, her mind supplied, You are so beautiful. Karen suddenly felt about two feet tall. It's not her fault I am attracted to her. She knows something is wrong. And it is. But not what you think.

Conflicting thoughts warred in Karen's mind. She wanted to capitulate, but was afraid she would cross a line from which there was no return. Would it hurt, just for today? Logic insisted 'yes,' her heart cried out 'no.' For the first time in years, Karen ignored the cold voice of logic. It won't matter for just one day. "Okay, Whitney."

Surprise momentarily rendered Whitney speechless. Karen had remained quiet so long, she had worried her anger might have increased the chasm between them. An engaging smile covered her face, and Whitney spoke her thoughts. "Oh, good. Now we can have some fun."

The full impact of the XO's words slammed into the senior NCO. Was I that obvious? No wonder she was angry. Meeting the green eyes gazing at her, she said, "Call me Karen." The answering smile warmed her heart.

Karen grinned to herself as Whitney dickered with the salesman over the price of the vehicle. She felt a sense of satisfaction when the smaller woman got the car dealer to lower the price considerably. They left after Whitney filled out all the necessary paperwork, and was told to return on Monday to pick up her new car.

"Where to now?" Karen took her eyes from the road for a quick glance at her companion.

The change in her companion was noticeable, and Whitney wanted to prolong it. She searched the depths of her mind for a reasonable destination, unsuccessfully. Disappointment clouded her voice. "I guess you can drop me off now. You've probably got a lot of stuff to do anyway."

"Nothing that can't wait. Want a tour of Fayetteville?" Karen chuckled at the surprised look on the XO's face. Gotcha.

Whitney couldn't believe her ears, and said enthusiastically, "I'd love it."

Karen was an excellent tour guide, and spent a couple hours driving through the small town, taking time to show Whitney even the most minor points of interest. She drove through the Off Limits area, giving a brief description of each establishment, followed by the reason each had made the list. After stopping to eat, Karen dropped Whitney off, and agreed to pick her up the next morning enroute to the PT area.

Karen woke up Monday morning looking forward to going to work, even more so than usual. Once she dropped Whitney off after running Sunday, the day had seemed interminably long. The usual fix of catching up on paperwork in the office just hadn't worked. Instead, she had left her work behind and driven around post, making several swings past the BOQ. She hadn't seen the young woman again, though. Karen knew the idea of seeing Whitney was much more attractive than that of just going to work, and that thought was very unsettling to the senior NCO. Making a quick decision to eat breakfast on post, she packed her PT bag, and left shortly thereafter.

After showering and donning her uniform, Karen made her way to the dining hall closest to the BOQ. She got a cup of coffee and walked to a table in a rear corner of the room. Settling into a chair against the wall, she directed her eyes toward the doorway. Thirty minutes later she left, frustrated because Whitney hadn't shown up, and angry with herself because she was disappointed thst she hadn't.

Whitney thanked Bonnie for the ride, and walked up to the Orderly Room, looking forward to seeing the first sergeant. She had eaten with her friends off-post, and even though work formation wasn't until 0900, she figured Karen would already be in her office. She crossed the empty room and headed down the hallway, glancing in Karen's office as she passed, then coming to a stop. "Hi, Top."

Karen smiled at Whitney. "Morning. What's on your agenda for today?"

"I thought I'd review the company inventory. That'll take the longest, so I want to start on it tomorrow."

Karen's eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile faded from her face. "I don't think that's a good idea. The sections are all getting ready for the field."

Whitney looked at the memo in her hand. "CPT Johnson asked that I complete it prior to his return."

The first sergeant sighed to herself. This was going to piss everyone off. "I don't think CPT Johnson was thinking about the bivouac when he put hand receipts on the list. I'd be happy to let him know that I suggested you wait until after we go to the field to sign for the equipment."

Whitney understood it was bad timing, but she was not about to let something on the list go undone. It was important she show the Commander he could count on her in his absence. She directed her gaze to the tall woman. "Would you let the Sections know that I will be signing for the equipment in NBC and the Armory tomorrow. Wednesday I'll do Supply and Commo, and Thursday Motor Pool and S1."

Karen bit off her words, "Yes, Ma'am." She leaned back in her chair, extending her legs under the desk. She would support Whitney's decision because it was her job to do so, but she didn't agree with it, and wasn't looking forward to telling the NCOIC's. They were going to be very upset and, quite frankly, she wouldn't blame them. The Section Sergeant meeting was due to begin in an hour, and it was not going to be a pleasant one.

A short time later, the NCOIC's were gathered in Karen's office. She paced back and forth across the front of the room. "I've noticed that when the new XO has asked perfectly legitimate questions, quite a few of you have given the short answer. Some of you have been downright rude. She needs to learn, and giving her only minimal information when she asks about how something is done in your section isn't a good idea. All of us were new at one time. I think we owe LT Gordon the benefit of the doubt. It is our job to teach the officers, not make them look bad. Would you rather follow orders from an informed leader or an uninformed one?"

Grumbling filled the room. "She's just a butter bar, what's the big deal?"

"We had to learn the hard way."

"What are you gonna do, Top, hold her hand?"

Projecting her command voice over the complaining, the tall woman ordered, "KNOCK IT OFF! All I'm asking is that you act like professionals, and do your jobs, and that INCLUDES training the officer cadre."

Karen covered some other NCO business, and then brought up the subject she was dreading. "LT Gordon will be signing hand receipts for weapons, and protective gear tomorrow. The other sections will follow later in the week. You know the drill. Make sure you're ready."

"WHAT? You're kidding!" SFC White, NCOIC of the Armory bellowed, his face turning red. "Does she know we're going to the field next Monday?"

Karen crossed her arms, inwardly sighing. "CPT Johnson left instructions for LT Gordon to sign for the equipment. She is following orders."

"Top, come on. You need to make her see reason. We don't have time to pull out each weapon, and compare the serial number against the hand receipt. That'll take all day. You said to make sure all the weapons are serviceable. That's what we're doing. I finally got that back order of parts in."

Karen listened to the entreaty with mixed feelings. She'd known White for a long time. He was a good soldier. "Look. I know the timing sucks, but LT Gordon said she wants to sign hand receipts, so that is what we're gonna do. Deal with it."

"You on her side? You forget what it's like to run a section?" White snapped. "This is asinine."

The first sergeant strode across the room, until she was standing in front of the irate NCO. Her eyes glittered dangerously, and she growled, "You are out of line. There AREN'T any sides. Until the Commander returns, LT Gordon is in command. We WILL support her just like we do the Commander. IS THAT CLEAR?"

The room was deathly quiet. It had been a long time since anyone had challenged the tall woman. She was a good leader, and used her considerable influence with the Commander to support them, but she would not tolerate being challenged.

White dropped his gaze, nodding. Top was just doing her job, but he didn't need this. They'd never finish the repairs if a whole day were lost for inventory.

Karen looked around the room, her eyes stopping briefly on each of the NCOIC's. "Are there any questions?" When none were forthcoming, she said, "Okay then. That's all I have."

She listened to the complaints filtering through the air once the sergeants cleared her office, and shook her head. Her thoughts followed them. I hear you. I tried.

Whitney sat in her office looking over the equipment list for the Armory, before returning it to the desk, her concentration broken. She would have been deaf not to hear the bitter complaining of the NCO's. The young lieutenant knew she would make many decisions that were not popular. I just wish it hadn't happened this soon.

The XO understood the Section Sergeants would have to work harder to prepare their sections for her inspection, and also get ready for the field at the same time. She also knew her decision was being questioned. The fact that the Commander had left instructions for her to sign hand receipts in his absence didn't seem to pull much weight with the NCOIC's.

Squaring her shoulders, Whitney mentally prepared for the hostility she would probably face. Karen had not approved of her decision, and that really bothered her. The Lieutenant had hoped the first sergeant would understand that she had to complete the tasks CPT Johnson had outlined. What kind of officer would let the first sergeant intervene on her behalf for not completing one of his directives? What would CPT Johnson think of her? She made the decision, and would deal with any repercussions that arose as a result of it.

***

Karen stood up, and snared her hat out of the inbox. She rounded the desk and cleared the doorway within seconds. The squeaking of leather soles impacting against the waxed tile heralded her progress down the hall. The senior NCO stopped in front of Whitney's open door, and rapped on the frame.

The Lieutenant heard the first sergeant approaching, and laid down the regulation governing hand receipts. "Come in."

"Are you ready to pick up your car now?"

The fair woman felt a surge of excitement, and a grin appeared on her face. "Sure am." I can't believe I am finally getting my very first new car. Whitney pulled her hat out of the desk drawer, and quickly joined Karen at the door.

The animated expression on Whitney's face was contagious, and Karen found herself quirking a half-smile in return. She wanted to be angry with the XO, but instead felt a grudging respect. The woman definitely had backbone. Karen's step faltered when a sharp pang of disappointment coursed through her, and all thought of the hand receipt incident was forgotten. She won't need a ride anymore. I'll only see her at work. A shocked voiced filled her mind, Do you have any idea how far gone you are?

Whitney happened to glance at her companion just in time to see the naked emotion reflected through the vulnerable look on Karen's face. She looks so sad. I wonder what's wrong? Not wanting to intrude, but very concerned, Whitney hesitantly asked, "Are you all right? If you'd rather not go, it's okay. I can call a cab."

The worried voice snapped Karen from her thoughts, and the unguarded expression melted from her face, replaced by a slightly pink tinge. "I'm fine. I don't mind taking you." Karen directed her attention to a spot on the wall, until some of the heat dissipated from the tips of her ears. When she finally met Whitney's eyes, the senior NCO managed a terse smile. "Really." Angry at her lapse, she mentally berated herself. Get her out of your mind. Let it go. Is she worth sacrificing your career over?

Whitney thought, Do you know I don't believe you? Oh, I don't think you mind taking me. But I don't believe for a minute that everything is all right. I think you need someone to talk to. Someone needs to tell you that showing your feelings is nothing to get embarrassed about, even if you are adorable when you blush. I wonder if I can get you to open up a little in the car? "Okay."

Karen let Whitney take the lead, and the two women entered the Orderly Room. Holloman had already cleared his desk and was lounging back in his chair. When he saw the two women enter, he immediately jerked upright. The first sergeant stopped in front of his desk. "I'll be off post for a while. Has the CQ picked up the keys and log yet?"

"No, Top. I just called Motor Pool. SFC Herman said Marshall's on his way up here now."

"Okay. Make sure he knows I'm off post. I'll stop by the barracks when I return."

"Will do, Top."

Karen was already making her way towards the door, when she heard Whitney address the unit clerk.

"Goodnight, Specialist Holloman."

"Goodnight, Ma'am."

The senior NCO mentally shook her head. You are so polite, and nice to everyone. It would be so easy to forget you are an officer, and that is something I can't afford to do. Even if you weren't, you're still a woman, and that wouldn't bode well for either of our careers, even if you were interested. I guess there is one good thing about you getting your own car. It'll give me a chance to get things back in perspective, and start thinking about something besides you.

Once they were both seated comfortably and buckled in, Karen put her car in gear and merged into traffic leaving the post. She drove slowly to prolong the last few private moments she would share with the beautiful woman sitting next to her.

Whitney studied the high cheekbones, and smooth, tanned complexion of her companion. A few wisps of hair had fallen from hairpins holding Karen's long ebony hair in place, and they blew gently in the wind coming through the open window. You are such a beautiful woman. "Karen."

The tall woman's heart quickened at the familiar use of her name. "Yes."

Here goes nothing. "If you ever want to talk about anything, I'm a good listener."

Okay. Now what brought that on? Oh yeah, the Orderly Room. If anyone else had made the offer, Karen would have ignored it, but she couldn't find it in herself to disregard her companion's concern. I wish I could talk to you. "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." No longer able to trust her emotions around Whitney, Karen quickly changed the subject. "I bet you'll be glad to finally have transportation."

"It will be nice, but you've been great. I really appreciate all your help. You've made my life a lot easier." Whitney watched Karen closely. "It's probably a relief for you. You finally get a break from the pesky butter bar."

Karen quickly glanced over at Whitney, and saw the sober countenance of her face. You're not serious, are you? Pesky? I don't think so. "You're welcome, and I don't consider you a pesky butter bar."

Well, that's a relief. "Are we still going to run together on the weekends?" Whitney intended to use any means she could think of to see Karen off-duty.

The first sergeant's mood brightened perceptibly. Yes! I didn't even think of that. "Sure. If you want to."

Oh yeah. You have no idea how much I want to. "I'd like that. I still have a ways to go to work up my endurance for the four-mile route."

Karen pulled into the car lot, and parked. "I can wait here, to make sure it's ready."

"Okay. Let me check." Whitney had already called the salesman, but was very touched by Karen's offer, and in no hurry for her companion to leave.

The tall woman tracked Whitney's movement away from the car, and into the building. The roomy BDU's couldn't hide the gentle sway of her hips, and Karen felt her pulse begin to race. You have such a cute walk. A sardonic chuckle filled the air. So what? What if she does? There is nothing I can do about it, and even if I could, I seriously doubt she would be interested. I'm just in lust. That's all it is.

Whitney emerged from the building with a warm smile on her face. She walked around to the driver's side of the car and leaned down, resting her arms on the window opening. Impulsively, she placed a hand on Karen's arm. "Thanks for waiting. It's ready."

Karen's heart was pounding so hard, she was sure Whitney could hear it. "Uh, sure. You're welcome."

The smaller woman was in no hurry to move her hand. She was enjoying the feel of the soft, smooth skin, and the gentle movement of the muscles twitching beneath her touch, until she suddenly realized that Karen was flinching. As quickly as the sensation registered in her mind, Whitney pulled her hand away. What am I doing? Has she guessed how I feel? She really didn't like me touching her. Suddenly feeling despondent, the XO slowly backed away from the car. "See you tomorrow."

Karen was upset with herself. She'd tried to hide her reaction to Whitney's touch but obviously hadn't, because the small woman had practically snatched her hand away. I have to get my control back, before she really gets suspicious. Putting the car into gear, Karen feigned nonchalance. "Yeah, sure." She exited the parking lot, ignoring the urge to look in her rearview mirror.

Whitney watched the senior NCO drive away. She had actually dared to hope, in the hidden recesses of her mind, that Karen might share her interest, or at least be willing to share a friendship with her. The XO had even managed to convince herself that with discretion their careers could remain intact. Not any more, though. It was obvious Karen was not interested in her company.

***

The Mercury Sable moved effortlessly through the traffic, guided by a strong arm still tingling from contact with the small hand that had rested on it so briefly. Karen berated herself for being so transparent. What has gotten into me? It's not like I haven't been attracted to anyone before. Why is she different? It doesn't matter, anyway. Don't worry, Whitney, as of today, I am going to limit my contact with you to only what is absolutely necessary. Karen shoved the troubling thoughts to the back of her mind with a steely resolve.

A short time later, a new Chevrolet Lumina LS followed the path of the Mercury Sable toward Ft. Bragg. Whitney was unable to totally enjoy the thrill of driving her first new car because a tall, black-haired woman with vivid blue eyes was firmly planted in her mind. The detailed image of the exotically beautiful woman just wouldn't go away. Whitney decided the only answer to her dilemma that made sense was to avoid Karen. It would be hard since they worked in such close proximity, but it was possible.

***

Whitney watched Bonnie and Julie inspect her new car. Her friends were a welcome diversion, allowing the XO to push Karen from the forefront of her mind's eye. "What do you think?"

Bonnie climbed out of the front seat. "It's beautiful! I love the CD player. When do we get a ride?"

"Any time you want." Whitney reached out, catching the keys Julie tossed to her.

The two women exchanged a quick, barely perceptible look before turning back toward Whitney. Bonnie said, "We were just going to get something to eat when you got home. We could use a chauffeur."

Catching sight of the twin smirks on both faces, Whitney responded, "So, now I'm a chauffeur? Okay. I'm game."

After all three were settled in the car, Julie spoke up, "How about the Fayetteville Diner?"

Bonnie and Julie shared some of their weekend adventures during the leisurely dinner, before turning the focus of the conversation to Whitney.

Julie picked up her coffee, and took a sip. "How was your first day of work?"

The simple question brought Karen right back into view again. Whitney mentally shook off the image, and stirred another packet of sugar into her iced tea. "It was interesting. PT was a real challenge. They don't play, but other than that, it was pretty routine. 1SG Wilson took me around to each of the sections, and introduced me to everyone."

Julie was intrigued with some of the stories she had heard about Wilson. The woman was touted as an excellent first sergeant, but scuttlebutt had produced very little other information. "What's she like?"

You would have to ask that. Whitney gathered her thoughts, trying to decide how to adequately describe the tall, aloof woman. "She is very competent, knowledgeable, and professional. Knew the answer to every question I asked, right off the top of her head, even specific ones on the equipment and organization."

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Come on. What's she really like? We already heard all that. Is she friendly, or a bitch? Is she easy to work with, or on a power trip? I heard she can hold her own with any guy. Is that true? Do you like her?"

Not expecting the last question, Whitney choked on her iced tea. When she was finally able to speak, she apologized to the two women sitting opposite her in the booth. "Sorry. It went down the wrong way."

"Are you okay?" Bonnie furrowed her brow. She knew it was ridiculous, but it almost seemed like her question about Wilson had prompted the mishap.

"Yeah. I'm fine." Whitney picked up her water and took a swallow to help ease the discomfort in her throat.

Bonnie's expression changed from concerned to curious. "Well, in that case, tell us about Wilson."

Where do I start? The blonde woman took a deep breath. Better keep it short and simple. "First off, she's not a bitch, or on an ego trip either. She's very comfortable in her role, and exudes confidence. Most of the soldiers seem to respect her." Whitney decided she had said enough, and hoped it would appease her two friends.

Julie's curiosity wasn't totally satisfied. "What about you? Do you like her? Is she easy to work with?"

Whitney did her best to adopt a disinterested look, and stirred her tea with the straw. "Yeah. I like her okay. Understatement of the year. She seems easy to work with. So, can we talk about something else?"

"Oh, come on," Julie chuckled. "You can't blame us for being curious. We're stuck up at garrison. Nothing interesting ever happens there. We just hear all the good gossip."

Delighted at the opportunity to change the subject, Whitney grinned. "Care to share?"

"The biggest news right now is a bunch of supply rip-offs. Nothing major is getting stolen. It's stuff like BDU's, especially the nonissued ones like the desert cami's. Another hot item seems to be MRE's. Like who would wanna eat that stuff if they didn't have to?"

"Oh, I don't know." Whitney shrugged her shoulders, smiling. "They're not that bad. I heard the old C-rations were really nasty."

"Matter of taste, I guess." Bonnie grimaced. "Everything else is kind of boring. Who cares who is sleeping with whom? Never could understand what was so interesting about that."

Julie commented, darkly, "Some people have nothing better to do."

Whitney glanced at her watch. It was already 2030."I don't know about you guys, but I have a busy day planned tomorrow."

The two other women picked up their joint check, and began sliding out of the booth. Julie commented, "Already? What's up? I thought the CO was TDY."

"He left me a list of things to complete while he was gone. I've gotta sign for equipment, and it wasn't a particularly popular request."

Bonnie noted the furrowed brow and pensive look on Whitney's face. "Why not? That's just routine stuff for a new officer. It is a pain in the butt, though."

"The company is going to the field next week. They're doing a lot of routine maintenance, and well, the timing is really bad."

"So, they'll get over it." Julie cocked her head to the side. "Is Wilson giving you a hard time about it?"

Whitney shook her head. "Not really. She did recommend I wait until after the bivouac. I decided not to, and when I told her to notify the sections, she just said, "Yes, Ma'am." I can't read her. I don't know what she really thought."

Bonnie glanced at Julie to gauge her reaction to Whitney's words. What Wilson thought seemed to bother their friend more than it should. She decided to try and allay the new XO's concern. "It doesn't matter what she thinks. Wilson is a professional. You gave an order. She'll follow it. I wouldn't worry about it."

"I'm not worried about that. I'm comfortable with my decision. It's just that I wish I could tell where I stand with her."

Julie jumped into the conversation. "What do you care? If she doesn't like it, tough. Quit worrying about things you have no control over. You'll drive yourself crazy. Just go with your gut, and you'll be fine."

Whitney wanted to laugh out loud. Yeah, right. Like my gut has been objective lately. "You're right. I'll keep that in mind."

After returning to post, Whitney showered and put her pajamas on. She picked up the remote, clicked on the TV and began surfing the channels. There wasn't anything particularly interesting on, so she settled on a program about whales on the Discovery channel. When her concentration wavered, and Karen entered her thoughts, she shoved the image from her mind.

***

She had accomplished her goal. She was tired. A quick glance at her watch showed it was already 2230. There wouldn't be time tonight to dwell on things that could never be tonight, or to feel the tug of loneliness that she'd been managing to keep in check until she'd met Whitney. Karen locked up the building, deciding to drive over to the barracks instead of walking.

The first sergeant strode up the sidewalk rapidly, entered the long brick building, and glanced around the lobby. She narrowed her eyes at the empty desk. Whooping and yelling broke the silence, and Karen followed the sound to the day room entrance, glancing inside. A steely tone conveyed her displeasure, as Karen projected her voice over the noise. "SGT BELDON."

Beldon jumped out of his seat, and was at the door a moment later. His heart was thudding loudly. What the hell is she doing here? She always leaves at 2000. "Yes, Top."

The senior NCO backed away to allow her subordinate enough space to leave the day room. "Why is your post uncovered?"

"Sorry, Top. I just wanted to see what the score was."

Ice-cold eyes drilled into the sergeant. Her words were delivered forcefully, but quietly. "You could've seen the score from the doorway and still observed the entrance. Looked to me like you were settled in for the game. Anyone could've walked in while you were checking the score. I hope the game was good."

Beldon nervously rubbed his palms against his pants. He was so upset, the significance of her last comment eluded him. Why does she care if the game is good? I just got chewed out for watching it. Not really knowing how to respond, Beldon said, "Uh, no. Minnesota's losing."

Karen narrowed her eyes. "That's too bad. At least if it was good, getting written up might have been worth it."

Beldon was devastated. He had just been promoted to sergeant and could lose his stripe over this. "Top. I'm really sorry. I thought it would be okay for just a few minutes."

Karen interrupted. "Where's your runner?"

"Kelly got stranded at the airport and didn't have money for a cab." Beldon shifted his weight to his other leg. "I sent Johnson to go get him."

The words were no sooner out his mouth than Karen rapidly fired off another question. "Where are the CQ orders?"

Beldon opened the desk drawer and pulled out a black notebook. "Right here, Top."

"I suggest you become very familiar with what's in that book tonight. Report to my office when you are relieved tomorrow, and I had better not find your post deserted again, or I'll relieve you from duty. Is that understood?"

The soldier's head bobbed up and down emphatically. "Yes, Top."

Karen arrived home a short time later, and prepared for bed, exhausted. She was too tired to think about anything except entering the dreamscape.

Whitney stopped outside the first sergeant's door and knocked.

Karen looked up, and waited for Whitney to speak.

"I'm going down to the Armory now."

The first sergeant pushed back her chair. "I have to make a phone call. Then I'll join you."

Whitney carefully measured her words. She didn't want to offend Karen, but she didn't want to spend the day in close contact with her either. The section sergeants would probably be a little hostile, but she could deal with that. "There's really no need for both of us to be tied up all day. If there are any problems, I'll give you a call."

Karen looked at Whitney speculatively. So you decided to avoid me? No problem. Saves me the trouble of avoiding you. "Fine."

The way Karen had looked at her was unsettling, and she left the doorway plagued by conflicting emotions. It almost seemed as if the tall woman could read her mind. Whitney had clearly read the message the deep blue orbs had delivered. It had been resignation.

***

Whitney checked the last weapon against the list on her hand receipt. They were all accounted for. It had been a long day. She had worked through lunch in an effort to hurry the inventory. The worst part had been the cold demeanor of the two NCOIC's. SFC Jackson hadn't been too bad while she was inventorying the NBC equipment, but SFC White had been notably distant. She walked over to him. "Sergeant White."

White turned cold eyes toward the new XO. "Yes, Ma'am."

The lieutenant ignored the hostility emanating from the senior NCO. "How many weapons are unserviceable?"

The section sergeant literally growled at the lieutenant. "Fifty-four."

No wonder he is upset about the lost time. "How come there are so many?"

"The spring in the firing mechanism of the last bunch of new weapons was bad. We just got the replacement parts."

"I'll help. Where are the weapons that need new springs?"

White couldn't believe his ears. She wants to help? Since when do officers help with maintenance? This has to be some kind of joke. White decided he didn't want to take the time to show her how to replace the spring, when she'd probably just leave after doing one or two anyway. "Thank you, Ma'am, but you shouldn't have to be bothered with this. We'll handle it."

Whitney squared her shoulders and met the sergeant's gaze. "I said I would help. I am aware of the untimely nature of this inventory. It was necessary, but so is replacing the springs in the weapons. Now if you would show me what has to be done, we can get started."

White knew an order when he heard it. "They're in the back of the Armory, Ma'am. Come on. I'll show you where we're working on them."

After a quick but thorough lesson, she joined White and his subordinates on the floor in a back room. Whitney became engrossed in the work, completely losing track of time.

***

Karen had let Beldon off with a written counseling. When grilling him on the CQ orders, she quickly realized he'd practically memorized the book. The first sergeant seriously doubted she'd ever find him away from his post again.

After clearing her inbox, Karen began to grow restless. Curiosity gnawed at her. What was taking the new XO so long? It had just been too quiet. It didn't make sense that White hadn't called her to complain about how slow Whitney was. Karen would've agreed with him, too. It was almost 1700, and there was still no sign of the Lieutenant. Finally, unable to stand the confines of her office for another minute, she decided to visit the Armory.

She opened the heavy door and quickly perused the area, noting that the vault was secured. Walking towards the back of the building, Karen came upon a scene reminiscent of basic training. There were eight soldiers, including White and Gordon, sitting on the floor surrounded by weapons.

Karen quickly determined that no one had seen her and quietly left the area, deep in thought. She knew she should've been surprised to see the XO sitting on the floor repairing weapons, but she wasn't, and her respect for Whitney increased a notch, along with an increasing desire to spend more time with her.

White had been the most vocal in his protestations against the inventory, and there he was sitting next to Whitney, chatting like he had known her for years. The tall woman shook her head. Whitney had won her over, hadn't she? Karen rolled that thought around in her mind wanting to deny it, but in a moment of complete honesty, was unable to. It's true. She has.

Karen had tried all day to believe the voice in her mind that insisted she didn't care Whitney had chosen to avoid her, but had finally had to acknowledge that she had missed the XO. A brief flicker of jealousy made itself felt. White was sitting right next to Whitney getting to know her, and she was relegated to the role of an outsider. The flicker of jealousy gave birth to a flame of resentment. She was in an environment that forbade her to pursue a friendship with the young woman. Karen stopped walking, totally shaken by the unfamiliar emotions.

Everything had been so simple before the new XO arrived. She had set a goal, and was working towards it. But what would it cost her in the long run? A lifetime of loneliness, and was her goal even realistic? It had seemed to be when she had set it, but since she had enlisted, none of the policies that were detrimental to some soldiers had been relaxed, most specifically the newest trend of targeting gays and lesbians. She wouldn't tolerate it in her company, but there was reportedly widespread harassment ever since the "don't ask, don't tell" policy had taken effect. Karen snorted. And that policy was supposed to improve things. Karen had always used the utmost discretion in her relationships, because to do otherwise was a ticket out of the service. She also acknowledged that most of the career opportunities that had been closed to women remained so. And you're going to change all this yourself? Don't you think you're deluding yourself a little bit? With a willpower finely honed over the years, Karen forced the thoughts from her mind. They scared the hell out of her. The Army was all she knew. There was no other life.

When the first sergeant arrived back at the Orderly Room, Holloman had already left. If Whitney hadn't returned by 1730, she would call the Armory. Remedial PT started at 1800, and with everything else going on, the XO might have forgotten.

White stood up, walked over to the ringing phone, and answered it. "Sergeant White."

Karen wasted no words. "John, I want to talk to LT Gordon."

"Sure, Top." White laid down the phone, and returned to the back room. "LT Gordon. Top's on the phone for you."

The new XO slowly got to her feet, her body conveying its displeasure at being forced to remain in an unmoving position on the cold cement floor. She walked past White, picking up the phone. "LT Gordon."

Karen sighed to herself. The voice was the epitome of professional detachment. "Top here. Remedial PT starts at 1800. Soldiers usually start showing up about fifteen minutes early. Thought you might want to know."

Whitney rolled her eyes. She had forgotten all about that. It wasn't something she was particularly looking forward to anyway. "Thanks for the reminder. I'll be up there shortly."

"Sergeant White." The XO waited until he looked up to continue. "I have to leave now. I'll try to get back down here tomorrow."

It has been an eye-opening afternoon for White. He had learned a valuable lesson about being caught up by preconceived stereotypical images of people. He had totally misjudged the new officer, and made a silent vow never to fall into that trap again. "You've already helped enough, Ma'am. Thanks."

Whitney quickly made her way to the orderly room. She needed a lesson on remedial PT and that entailed talking to Karen. Remaining detached on the phone had been easy enough, but try as she might, the small woman could not quell the quiver of anticipation at the prospect of seeing the first sergeant.

Karen paced the office restlessly. After some of her excess energy had dissipated, she sat down behind her desk, pasting a neutral look on her face in preparation for the XO's arrival. When the phone rang, she answered it. "First Sergeant Wilson."

"Hey, Karen, Ty here. How 'bout joining me and Nate at the Club around 1830?"

Her first inclination was to refuse, but it would be a distraction, and she was in no hurry to go home. "Sounds good." The senior NCO had no sooner hung up than a knock sounded at her door. "Come In."

Whitney walked into the first sergeant's office. She couldn't read the inscrutable expression on Karen's face, and her anticipation faded. "Top, what is the procedure for remedial PT?"

Karen studied the XO. She looked so cute in the large T-shirt that extended down to just above the bottom of her gray shorts. She was unable to stop her eyes from traveling down Whitney's shapely legs, and quickly looked up, hoping the small woman hadn't noticed. For a brief instant, Karen thought she could see friendliness and warmth in the emerald green eyes gazing at her, but it had been so fleeting, she could have been mistaken. "We keep it really basic. Just some warm up exercises, and then the two-mile run."

Keeping her voice pleasant, but neutral, Whitney said, "Okay. Thanks." She turned to leave, but stopped when Karen called her name.

"LT Gordon." The tall woman knew it was in her best interests to avoid the XO, but she couldn't stop herself from prolonging the contact. "How did the inventory go today?"

A small crease formed between Whitney's brows. It sounded like a sincere question, and the vivid blue eyes gazing at her were...friendly? She smiled tentatively, and her insides warmed when she saw the corners of the first sergeant's mouth turn up, into this cute little rendition of a half-smile. Whitney's smile broadened. "Good. Everything checked out. Thanks for asking." She had a sudden urge to see a glimpse of the woman she had spent the better part of Saturday with, and added, "I know, it's your job."

Karen started chuckling, dissipating some of the tension. The senior NCO stopped laughing, but was unable to completely wipe the smile from her face. That really felt good. Her brow furrowed slightly when she realized the XO was looking at her curiously. "What?"

"You're really pretty when you smile." When Whitney's words played back in her mind she was mortified, and whirled around to hide her burning cheeks. "I have to go. I don't want to keep the troops waiting."

Karen watched the XO depart, her visage one of shock. She leaned forward in her chair, propping her elbows on the desk to create a comfortable place to rest her chin in the palms of her hands. Her words were innocent enough, but the delivery had been...what? Fraught with meaning. No, probably just my imagination. She couldn't deny the warm feeling the simple comment had elicited, and couldn't stop herself from reveling in it. You are in major trouble, a cynical voice admonished. Think about your career! Talk about grasping at straws. Get her out of your mind. She is not interested in you, so leave it alone. You're only going to get hurt, and lose everything. Deep from the recesses of her mind, a lone voice cried out to be heard. She does like you. Karen's face tightened, the only outward sign of the conflicting emotions warring in her mind.

Whitney stopped at the door inside the Orderly Room willing the red to drain from her face, and trying to slow her pounding heart. I can't believe I did that. I'd like to get to know her, not scare her off. Trying to set her thoughts aside, she left the building.

At least I remembered to pick up the roster. Whitney quickly read off the names, before folding the paper and putting it in her pocket. "I know you don't want to be here, so we'll get started right away." After doing some stretching exercises, she led her subordinates to the PT area.

"Okay. We're going to keep it slow and even. The whole purpose of remedial PT is to build up your endurance. I don't know any of you, so who would like to set the pace?"

Specialist Stephens remained quiet. No way was he going to set the pace for this group of losers. It was bad enough he even had to be there.

When no one volunteered, Whitney pointed to a tall, thin soldier with grain colored hair. "You set the pace, Prasky. We'll run single file. There are not enough of us for any kind of formation."

Prasky did a fair job of setting a slow, steady pace while the XO called cadence. She noticed a tight expression on Stephens' face as he struggled to avoid the feet of the soldier in front of him. Whitney slowed down until she was running beside him. "Why are you on remedial PT? You don't have any problem running."

"Top didn't tell you?" Stephens' question was answered by a puzzled look on the lieutenant's face.

He sighed. Oh boy. How embarrassing. This was no oversight by the first sergeant. She was gonna make sure he paid for his crime. "Uh. I'm on extra training."

That doesn't make sense. Since when is remedial PT used for punishment? "This seems like an odd form of extra training."

A knowing look covered his face. "Not if you know Top, Ma'am."

Now Whitney was really curious. Some of the soldiers had gotten out of step, so she began calling cadence again. Once they had settled back into step, she turned her attention back to Stephens. "What did you do?"

Stephens could feel his face warm and was thankful his dark complexion would hide the blood rushing to his face." I set the pace too fast last Friday."

Oh. So you set the pace that day. Whitney still wasn't satisfied, though. It was hard for some soldiers to keep an even pace. Why would he be punished for that? "I still don't see why that landed you in remedial PT."

The young man looked at the ground. Might as well get it over with. "I did it on purpose, and Top knew it."

Whitney was honestly puzzled. "Why would you do that? Didn't you think about the rest of the Company?"

Stephens continued to look at the ground until the XO prompted him. "Well?"

"I was just having a little fun. You were new and..."

The humor of the whole story hit the young woman, and she silently chuckled. "And you got busted." Have to give Karen a lot of credit for this one. "Stephens, I think that was a mean thing to do. You caused a lot of soldiers to fall out that day. Starting Thursday, I want you to be the pace setter."

Stephens raised his eyebrows in a silent appeal. "Ma'am, I can't run that slow."

Whitney just grinned. "You are right now." She left Stephens’ side and moved to the center of the file, calling out cadence. On the few occasions when someone started struggling, the XO slowed the group, and was effusive in her praise when the soldiers completed the run together.

***

Karen strolled to the bar of the NCO Club and looked around for her peers. The first sergeant's nonchalant perusal disguised a very thorough scan of the room. She gave no sign of recognition when she glimpsed Donnie, her eyes moving beyond him searching. Satisfied Nate and Ty hadn't arrived, she made her way to a vacant table, settling into a chair.

Her thoughts had just turned to the most confounding thing in her life, when the other two first sergeants' appeared. She waved, nodding when they joined her.

Nate smiled. "Hey." Ty pulled out a chair, and sat down. "Karen." The three ordered a round of drinks and began chatting.

"How's it going?" Karen queried, taking a sip of her drink.

"Same ole. Had a little excitement on the range today." Nate shook his head, thinking of the close call. "One of my pea brained soldiers decided to clear his weapon by pointing it at the adjoining foxhole. Fortunately I was right there, otherwise I'd be doing a casualty report right about now. I'd like to know how he ever got out of basic."

After the three commiserated with Nate, Ty asked, "What about you Karen? Ready for the field?"

"Getting there." The tall woman set her glass down on the napkin. "We got a bad shipment of weapons that set us back." She shrugged her shoulders. "We'll be ready."

"Yeah, we always are, aren't we? At least it's only for three days." Nate looked into his drink. "I think they should revamp our job descriptions to include miracle working."

Feigning a surprised look, Ty said, "I thought that was already in there."

Karen smiled in agreement. It was all just part of the job.

Ty looked over at the beautiful woman. "You've haven't said much. So, how's your new butter bar? Help or hindrance?"

"Cute, Ty." Karen stirred her drink, formulating an answer. "She definitely doesn't fit the stereotype. I think she could be a good one."

Nate looked at Ty surprised. The XO must be some piece of work to warrant such high praise from Karen. Her opinion of officers was well known to them. "What makes her so different?"

"In a word, maturity." Karen decided not to elaborate. Her reason for joining her peers had been for a diversion, not a discussion of what she needed a diversion from.

Ty sighed loudly. "You are so forthcoming. Care to elaborate?"

Nate winked at Karen. "Another sentence or so would be nice."

Karen snorted. "And they say women like gossip."

Ty placed a hand on his chest in an exaggerated gesture of hurt. "Gossip! This isn't gossip, it's professional curiosity."

Nate and Karen laughed at the mock-horrified expression on their companion's face.

"It's kind of hard to explain. Just a gut feel, more than anything. She seems to genuinely care about the soldiers. She doesn't flaunt her rank, and isn't afraid to get her hands dirty." Karen took a sip from her glass. "I heard another supply room got ripped off."

Ty waved to the waitress. "Yeah, so did I. Over on the hill."

***

Donnie glared at his peers one last time before sauntering out the door. He couldn't believe Nate and Ty were associating with that crazy bitch. They are nothing but assholes. No woman was gonna tell him what to do. Bitch is probably a dyke. She don't act like no natural woman. A burst of inspiration filled his mind as he looked at the parked cars outside the club, and he quickly looked around to make sure he wasn't being observed. Donnie slid his hand into his pocket, pulling out a small knife. He ran the blade against his thumb, smiling malevolently. Dropping to the ground, he rolled onto his back, sliding his head and shoulders under the front end of the silver car. Donnie snaked his arm through the tight opening, grasping his target near the crankshaft, and began sawing with the knife. When he met some resistance, brute strength offered the solution.

The short man scooted from beneath the car and stood up. He casually strolled across the parking lot toward his own car, quite pleased with himself. Donnie smiled at the various scenarios playing through his mind of Karen stranded on the outskirts of Fayetteville, on a dark lonely road, with no one around.

***

The tall woman stood up. "See you two later."

Nate asked. "Would you mind dropping me off?"

Karen shrugged her shoulders. "No problem. I have to stop by the Company first."

"Thanks. My car's in the shop again. I'm gonna have to break down and buy a real car, one of these day."

Ty laughed. "Yeah, right. "You’ve been saying that for the last three months."

****

Karen drove home on automatic pilot. Another late night. She was purposely pushing herself to exhaustion, so she wouldn't be able to dwell on Whitney, but it was already taking a toll. After dropping Nate off, the senior NCO had stopped at the grocery store, and picked up a few prepared dinners. It seemed like she never had time to cook, and the ready-made meals served their purpose. When she finally got home, her appetite had deserted her, giving way to exhaustion, and she opted for bed.

The irritating chirp of the alarm clock assaulted her ears, and Karen absently reached over to silence it. A quick glance out the window verified it really was already 0500. After donning her PT uniform, she walked out to the garage, promising herself tonight would be an early night.

She settled tiredly in the car, and after fastening her seat belt, slid the key into the ignition, turning it. Nothing happened. The car was dead. Disgusted, she popped the hood, got out of the vehicle and flipped on the garage light. Karen quickly checked the battery cables to ensure they were tight, and then peered at the engine. Okay, let's see. If it's not the battery, and the car is dead, what else? The alternator. The tall woman bent over directing her attention to the silver contraption, and suddenly raised upright muttering a curse. The drive belt was missing. Great, just what I need.

Karen closed the hood, turned off the light, and walked back into the house to call for a taxi. Now in a dark mood, she quickly packed a bag and retreated to her front steps to wait for the cab. There would be no trip home after PT today.

***

Puzzled, the XO looked around intently. The first sergeant hadn't arrived. One thing Whitney had learned during her short tenure was that Karen always arrived at least a half-hour before PT. She raised her wrist, checking the time again. It was 0555. The lieutenant mentally prepared to take charge of PT. The routine was familiar enough, but it was not a choice she would have willingly made. When she saw Karen emerge from a taxi, Whitney breathed an audible sigh of relief.

Her eyes tracked the tall woman, who was carrying a bag and rapidly crossing the parking lot. A short time later, Karen emerged from the orderly room, and at precisely 0600, the words, "Form up," rang out across the parking lot.

***

Whitney had spent the majority of the day inventorying Supply, and was almost finished. She looked quizzically at the NCOIC.

SFC Fuller's brow was creased over his bushy eyebrows. This didn't make sense. The NCOIC was positive all the generators had been accounted for before he went on leave. He had been busy preparing for the field during the week since his return, and hadn't had any reason to check on them. There was no mistake--one of his small generators was missing. Fuller glanced at the short woman looking at him expectantly. "It's missing. SSG Jordan was in charge while I was on leave. I'll check with him."

He quickly walked out into the main Supply Room trailed by the XO. "Sergeant Jordan."

A dark-haired man looked up. "Yeah?"

"One of the small portable generators is missing. You know where it's at?"

"I tested all the generators last week. It wouldn't fire up, and I couldn't find anything wrong, so I sent it for repair."

Fuller breathed a sigh of relief. "Where's the paperwork?"

"It's in the file." Jordan strolled over to the file cabinet and began rummaging through a drawer. Five minutes crawled by. "I can't find it." The sergeant looked at his NCOIC. "I'm sure I put it in here. I must have misfiled it."

The supply sergeant shook his head. If he had his choice he would have left SGT Morrison in charge while he was gone. The only reason he hadn't was because Jordan outranked Morrison, and he couldn't legally do it. "Find it."

Fuller turned his attention back to Whitney. "Ma'am, it's been sent for repair. I'll show you a copy of the paperwork when Jordan locates it." He narrowed his eyes, and glared at his subordinate. "Which will be very soon."

About five minutes later, Jordan reappeared with a form in his hand. "Here it is."

Whitney took the proffered form. "I need a copy of this to attach to my inventory."

Fuller glanced at Jordan. "Go make a copy."

Narrowing his eyes, Jordan glared at the senior NCO, his facing turning bright red. Staff Sergeant's didn't run errands. Snatching the form from Whitney's hand, he angrily strode out of the building.

The XO looked at Fuller questioningly. "He always like this?"

"Let's just say he ain't gonna burn any bridges down, Ma'am."

Several hours later, Whitney trudged back to the Orderly Room. She had skipped lunch again and was exhausted. It was almost 1700. She knew Supply and Commo would be hardest because the bulk of the TO/E inventory was located in those sections, but Whitney hadn't realized just how long it would take to complete the job. Fuller had been courteous, but it was obvious that he was unhappy about the inventory. His body language had spoken volumes, and the tension had taken its toll on the small woman.

***

Karen slammed down the phone and paced around her office. Her car was still under warranty, but what good was that if they wouldn't be able to fit it in until Friday. She'd just replace the belt herself; the cost of the part wasn't covered under the warranty anyway. The first sergeant picked up the phone again, but laid it back in the receiver when she heard the Orderly Room door open.

Curiosity drove her to the doorway of the office. Her workload had increased because of Gary's absence, and she hadn't had time to call Supply to check on the status of the inventory. Karen observed the XO's slow walk and felt a pang of sympathy. "Motor Pool and S1 will be easy compared to Supply."

Whitney hadn't seen Karen standing in the doorway of her office. A wan smile covered her face. "It has to be."

Karen leaned against the doorframe. "Any problems?"

"No. Not really. One of the generators was missing, but it had been sent for repair last week. I made a copy of the request for maintenance."

The first sergeant raised an eyebrow. "Mind if I take a look at that?" She was supposed to be informed any time that equipment was sent out for repair.

When Whitney handed her the form, Karen quickly perused it, and found no discrepancies. She made a mental note to check it out before returning it to the XO.

The small woman cocked her head to the side. "Something wrong?"

"Doesn't seem to be. Company procedure requires all requests for repair to be routed through me. This one wasn't. I'll check on it."

Nodding, Whitney's brow furrowed. "Where's your car?"

Karen scowled. "The drive belt decided to take a hike. I'm gonna replace it tonight."

"Need a ride?"

"Thanks, but I'll just call a cab." Karen had been tempted to accept, but Whitney looked tired.

The XO was unable to completely hide her hurt at the rebuff, and a protective anger emerged. Emerald green eyes flashed their displeasure. "You can run me all over God's creation, and I can't repay the courtesy?"

I just can't win. Karen mentally sighed. "You look tired, that's all. I have to stop at the parts' store to pick up a belt before I go home, and I didn't want to delay you that long."

Whitney's anger began dissipating. "Thanks for being so considerate, but if I was too tired, I wouldn't have offered."

Deja Vu. That's basically what I told you, isn't it? "A ride would be great."

"Okay. Let me know when you're ready." Whitney went to her office and carefully filed the inventory into the folder that she had created for hand receipts. The tiredness faded from her countenance, only to be replaced by curiosity. She would get to see where Karen lived. It just might give her some insight into the tall woman.

Whitney followed Karen's directions first to the parts store then to her house. The senior NCO had been pleasant but aloof, and seemed to weigh every word she uttered. The fair woman didn't understand the mixed messages emanating from her companion. She would open up, and then when Whitney responded in kind, Karen became aloof again. It almost seemed like she was afraid they might become friends. Whitney frowned. Maybe that's the problem.

Karen got out the car and smiled warmly. "Thanks for the ride."

Whitney's pulse began pounding, and she had to remember to take a breath. What a smile. "Anytime." The XO wanted some insight into her aloof companion. Thinking quickly, she used the only excuse that came to mind, "Would you mind if I used your bathroom?" Perhaps the inside of the first sergeant's house would answer some of her questions.

"No. Come on. I'll show you the way." Karen opened the garage, tossed the drive belt onto a workbench, unlocked the house door, and quickly walked through the house to the bathroom.

Whitney wished Karen would slow down. She had little time to absorb anything and still keep up with the long-legged woman. Her companion stopped in front of the bathroom door. "I'll be out in the garage."

Karen was gone before she had a chance to respond. That was abrupt. Whitney glanced around the bathroom absorbing the images it provided. Two thick, plush blue towels hung from a rack on the door, accented by a white rug with blue trim and matching curtains. A hamper sat in the corner, and a clear shower curtain hung from the rod. Other than a couple of hairpins sitting on the tank cover, everything was neat and tidy. Even the garbage can was empty. She turned toward the mirror over the sink and eyed the medicine cabinet. No. Stifling her curiosity, she turned away with a sigh, used the toilet, and emerged a few minutes later.

On the short walk up the hallway towards the kitchen, Whitney stopped to glance in an open door. There was a large mat on the floor and some weights lying around, but the room was devoid of anything else that might give an indication of just what the mat was used for. She glanced back down the hall, and decided Karen's bedroom must be the door at the far end of the hall. Not wanting to intrude, she again checked her curiosity and proceeded up the hallway.

When she reached the end of the hall, Whitney walked through the dining room, glancing at the living room on her left. A TV sat centered in front of a large bay window covered by partially open ivory drapes, and three videos lay on top of a walnut-colored coffee table. Hesitating only a second, Whitney quickly crossed the carpet to take a closer look. She noticed an overstuffed, dark-blue recliner, and earth tone couch on the wall opposite the window, but her attention was drawn to the videos. She stooped over for a closer look, not in the least surprised to see that one of them was Saving Private Ryan. That movie had been intense. Her eyes quickly scanned the other titles. Judging from the jacket picture, Best of the Best was some karate movie. Spit Fire Grill was the other one. She'd never heard of it, and picked up the movie to read the back cover of the jacket, mentally recording the name to check out later.

"See anything interesting?"

Whitney jumped and whirled around, simultaneously embarrassed and chilled at the steely tone of voice directed at her, and then she stammered, "Uh. No. Sorry." Her stomach plummeted at the cold expression on Karen's face, and she felt a brief flicker of fear. Determined not to let it show, Whitney forced herself to meet Karen's eyes, and repeated, "I'm sorry. I just wanted to see what that movie was about. I didn't think you would mind." When Karen remained silent, she quickly laid down the video, stepped around her, and walked to the door, feeling the tall woman's eyes watching her. She glanced back at Karen one last time, and said, "Sorry," before exiting the house, and doing a good imitation of an Olympian walk to her car.

Karen stood in the living room watching Whitney back out of the drive. She was angry, and a little hurt, that Whitney had chosen to invade her privacy. Her actions were not in agreement with her thoughts, and she waged an argument with herself. You overreacted; it was only a couple of movies. [That's not the point]. What are you so afraid of? That you care what she thinks?

Her irritation doused her inner voice, and Karen stalked back to the garage to continue replacing the drive belt. She had only gone in to change out of her uniform, and had been taken completely off-guard when she saw Whitney standing in the middle of her living room. Was that such a bad sight? A loud curse, caused by a slipped wrench and bloody knuckle, was the only answer heard.

After Karen got the belt on, she paused and leaned over the engine in exasperation, shaking her head. Any fool knows you need a jump when the battery is dead. What is wrong with me? She walked into the house and called the number her car insurance provided for emergency service. When the dispatcher advised her it would be at least an hour before the truck would arrive, Karen went into her workout room and began a series of complicated exercises to work the stress from her body.

After getting a jump from the tow truck, Karen went riding around to charge the battery. With no particular destination in mind, she drove the quiet country roads surrounding Fayetteville. Karen was trying to come to terms with why she'd been so angry, and why the younger woman had been curious enough to look at the movies. Why should she care what movies I watch? [You'd have done the very same thing, who do you think you're kidding?] By the time Karen returned, she wasn't sure who she was angrier with, herself or Whitney. A short time later, she prepared for bed, but sleep proved to be elusive, and when found, it was restless.

***

Whitney never remembered the ride back to post. The XO now knew one thing with absolute certainty; the feeling of danger that had permeated the air during her first meeting with the first sergeant had not been her imagination. How was she ever going to face Karen tomorrow? How could she ever justify her curiosity to the tall woman? You could be honest. Frustrated, she answered herself. Not likely.

TV held little interest for the XO, her mind occupied with trying to come up with a way to undo what she had done. So far, she had come up blank. Whitney thought about telling Karen that she saw the movies, and had just been curious. That was true, but she'd looked so angry.

The events of the long day, coupled with an evening of worrying about what Karen thought of her and what would happen the next day finally caught up with her, and she fell into a troubled sleep.

***

The XO studiously avoided Karen the next day, which was relatively easy since she spent most of the day hand receipting equipment in Motor Pool, and S1. It was 1700 before she finished, and in an hour she had to lead Remedial PT. Whitney could understand why second lieutenants got stuck with that job. Who wanted to run PT twice a day? At least it's only twice a week.

When Whitney entered the Orderly Room, Holloman called, "Attention." Immediately responding, "At ease," she waited for the clerk to sit back down.

"CPT Greer called for you, Ma'am. He just said to tell you tomorrow morning would be a good time to review the personnel forms you wanted to see."

"Thanks." Whitney walked past Karen's door and managed to keep from glancing in. Arriving at her office, she closed the door, pulled the miniblind, and quickly changed into her PT uniform. The XO sank down into her chair, knowing she had to find some way to approach Karen. Avoiding her would only make things worse, and CPT Johnson might pick up on the tension when he returned the next day.

Karen never looked up when the XO walked past her doorway, but her sharp senses followed the small woman down the hall. She hadn't really expected Whitney to stop, and was glad she'd chosen not to. Karen didn't know how she felt about the whole thing right now. She was still upset that Whitney had chosen to nose around, instead of asking if she wanted to know something, but at the same time, Karen knew she'd done nothing to encourage that type of openness. She decided to go check the barracks, and left.

Whitney walked down to Karen's office, saw it was empty, and breathed a silent sigh of relief. She'd decided to try and make amends with the first sergeant, at least on a working basis, but she still welcomed the reprieve. A short time later, she walked outside to lead PT.

Karen stood out of sight, appreciatively watching Whitney lead one warm-up exercise after another. There was no denying that she was attracted to her, but she had a better handle on it now, and had decided that it was just primal physical desire. Yeah, and the Pope's not Catholic. [That's all it is]. Really? Is that why you read her whole Form 2 over again yesterday? Twice? Karen willed her mind to silence and angrily trekked to the orderly room after the remedial PT troops departed the area.

She needed to work off some stress, and decided to call Manny to see if he was up to a match. He was the only one who could still offer any type of a challenge to her Judo and hand-to-hand combat skills. Manny agreed to meet her at the gym at 1800, and Karen departed after locking up the building, knowing it wouldn't be a problem because Whitney had been issued a key.

Refreshingly tired, Karen returned to the orderly room an hour later in a sweat stained T-shirt carrying her gi jacket, and wearing the gi pants. She was going to have to remember to bring in some fresh ones. This had been the last gi in her locker. Manny had hit the mat so many times, she'd felt sorry for him, but her timing and balance had been perfect, and he'd never really had a chance. One last check of the barracks, and it looked like she was finally going to get that early night in.

Whitney had returned in Karen's absence, gathered her belongings, and locked the building back up. Since Karen's car was still in the parking lot, she knew the first sergeant would be back, but there was no way to know when that would be, so she decided to go shower and try to catch her afterwards.

Whitney drove up to the orderly room a short time later, just as Karen was locking up the building. "Top. I'd like to talk to you for a minute."

The first sergeant turned around. Against her will, she was drawn to the woman standing in the parking lot, yet she still had mixed feelings about Whitney's actions the day before, and her own reaction. "Is this business, Ma'am?"

"You could call it that." Whitney inwardly sighed. This isn’t going to be easy. The last thing she'd ever wanted to do was anger Karen.

Continued

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